nails to her shoes (Come on) She bang bang boom! Got hips, got ass That'll make a nigga crash (Come on) She bang bang boom! [Verse 1: Drag-On] Know me
Fordítás: Drag-on. Bang Bang Boom.
, keep Cochran on my heels Who rock the black and back out? Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain Shooters on
Cochran on my heels Who rock the black and back out Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain Shooters on
hate it Gang affiliated For niggas trippin, they wanna hang Punk bitches talk shit, I'm down to bang-bang The thugs roll too thick Bangin before hair start to grow on
chillin down on the lower level waitin for my time to come with this fool a million styles maybe i just might make bond release me on my own ???? bak on
you away on the wings of my superfly Maybe we'll celebrate all the room in the sky Heaven knows we'll go boom boom boom Here I am and I'm waitin' on
rough brother Word to my grandmother I buck you in the head just to let ya know Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo' Drag it out of ya, bring it on
' in! I'll come in from this side." (Go on) GUNS. *bang* *bang* *bang* GUNS. *bang* *bang* *bang* ..... GUNS. GUNS. GUNS. GUNS. GUNS....... *BANG* "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
wanna know, can Al get busy Honies wanna know, can Ill get busy I'll tell you now with the bang boom pow Don't sleep, on the deep type creep wit' me style
window from a 12-gauge blast He was all on my ass, I had to think real fast Hooked a left, all of a sudden heard a boom and a crash Tried to catch the
it comes to clockin' every nickel You want static with the Fac, bring that ass on Tec-9 to the dome, nigga, live in traum' I gotta get on the muthafuckin
you away on the wings of my superfly Maybe we'll celebrate all the room in the sky Heaven knows we'll go boom boom boom Here i am and i'm waitin' on
Cochran on my heels Who rock the black and back out Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain Shooters on the
wanna know, can Al get busy Honies wanna know, can Ill get busy I'll tell you now with the bang boom pow Don't sleep, on the deep type creep wit' me
you away on the wings of my Superfly Maybe we'll celebrate all the room in the sky Heaven knows we'll go boom boom boom Here I am and I'm waitin' on
to my grandmother I buck you in the head just to let ya know stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo' drag it out of ya, bring it on I smack him back
